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New Year's Party
by Old Dreamer (georgy@hotmail.com)
***
A wife is annoyed by her husband's neglect at a New
Year's party and really lets her hair down, allowing
her partners to finger-fuck her and wanking them off on
the dark dance floor. (M+/F, reluc, wife, exh, mast)
***
We were invited to a colleague's New Year's party. My
wife Julie hates parties and I mentioned it nervously,
firmly expecting that she would refuse. I was surprised
when she accepted with no fuss.
Our marriage had been going through a rough phase
lately. I had once pressed her to make love to another
man in my presence but she had indignantly refused.
"If I am going to fuck someone else it will be because
I want to and in private not for your entertainment."
she had said. Wanting to save my marriage, I backed off
and had said no more.
When the party invite arrived, I knew it was not going
to be a swinging affair. I could but hope it might be
exciting.
She must have sensed my hopeful eagerness and expected
the worst. I didn't imagine that is why she agreed to
come and assumed she just wanted to please me to help
save the marriage but, in the light of events, I am not
as sure now.
At the weekend, she spent the afternoon getting ready
and surprised me by getting out a very sexy dress with
a low, revealing neckline resulting in a stunning
display of cleavage.
The dress clung to her body, showing the outline of her
suspender belt and panties. In spite of her 38 years,
she still had a super slim, firm body and, with her
long, blonde hair, she was stunning. I told her so, but
she just snorted and said, "Don't leave me alone at the
party."
When we got to the party it was up and running with
lots of people there. I went to get us a drink from the
bar in the kitchen. Whilst there I met a friend from
out of town and chatted. I suddenly realised I had been
a long time and hurried back with the drinks.
I was relieved to find that my wife had immersed
herself in a small group and was chatting animatedly.
However, when I offered the drink, it was clear that I
was in trouble as she snarled at me to "piss off."
I went and hit several quick drinks but consoled myself
that she now seemed to be enjoying being the centre of
attention in her group. A bunch of men looking as if
they thought they were on to a good thing surrounded
her.
I sat half drunk on the edge of the dance floor and
slowly realised that my wife seemed to be the star of
the show, at least for her group of admirers. She was
dancing every dance with a whole string of men and, as
the dance floor darkened and the music got slower and
smoochy, she was nestling close in the arms of her
partners.
She was obviously being chatted up and kissed
passionately whilst her partners slowly rubbed
themselves against her and attempted to grope her.
The lights became dimmer and dimmer and it became
difficult to keep track of what she was up to, although
I could see she had progressed to locking both hands
around the neck of most of her partners whilst locking
her lips to theirs.
This was clearly giving them free rein to explore her
body as they wished.
In the far corner of the room was a long draped curtain
and soon, all her partners steered her to that spot so
their behaviour was obscured by the curtain and nobody
could see what was going on.
However, when she came off the dance floor, she looked
more flushed and excited every time I saw her.
Although I had expected her to keep those randy studs
at bay, I began to be obsessed with what they were
being allowed to do to her.
Julie had been really annoyed when I was gone so long.
She hated having to meet new people, being basically
shy, but was one of those people who were very good at
hiding it. When she got going she was very sociable.
So she was pleased when a lot of men came up to talk to
her. She recognised that they were the most notorious
womanisers, but, they were entertaining, and it was fun
to relive her single days.
She had always liked the attention from the wolves and
enjoyed being in control and holding them at bay. She
enjoyed the chat and flirting and, when the dancing
started, she accepted all of the invitations to dance
that flooded in.
All the men held her as close as possible and rubbed
themselves against her in the slow numbers. They tried
to kiss her and feel her tits, buttocks and belly,
whilst whispering in her ear how beautiful she was and
telling her what they would like to do to her.
All this attention was exciting and she was thrilled
that men still wanted her. She basked in the flattery
and attention. It was like being a young girl again
with the difference that times had changed and she was
now an experienced wife. In her youth, with no pill and
a strict moral upbringing, she had become expert at
deflecting the seducers.
She had missed out on the sixties' sexual revolution
whilst bringing up young children. She was tempted to
take this opportunity to catch up but it was difficult
to ignore the way she was brought up. So, at first, she
kept her partners from groping her and turned away from
their kisses.
However, as the evening wore on she became more aroused
by the attentions. She began to think that I had set
this evening up to realise my fantasy and was still
furious at being deserted, so she stopped her partner's
advances less often.
The organisers had dimmed the lights on the dance floor
and played only slow numbers, and, everywhere, couples
were dancing close with their lips locked together.
She began to allow her partners to lick her neck, to
nibble her ears, and then to lock their lips to hers.
She allowed herself to respond and parted her lips to
let their tongues explore her lips, teeth, and tongue.
Her excitement mounted and she let them slide their
hands down her body to caress her breasts and buttocks.
She insisted that they kept their hands to the outside
of her clothes - an old-fashioned, teen-age restriction
from her youth.
After each dance, she sat out for a while, joking and
flirting with the group and enjoying the glow as the
wine and the attention relaxed her.
The next time she danced she immediately responded to
the searching lips and allowed the wandering hands,
allowing them to thrill her body. This time she
welcomed the hand that slid into the top of her dress
and caressed her breasts through her bra. With favoured
partners, she allowed their hands to ease her bra aside
and caress her nipples. It was electric and soon both
her breasts were bare and the nipples hard.
Her favoured partners immediately headed for the
curtain, where they could quickly get their hands down
the front of her dress, her bra to one side, and her
tits exposed. There was little attempt to dance, just a
deep snog and groping of her tits. They cupped them in
their hands, caressing her nipples sending shivers of
arousal through her.
She stopped the many attempts to get their hands up her
skirt and at the end of the dance she straightened her
cloths and returned to the group and her glass.
After this had been the routine for an hour or so, her
eager last partner asked to her to dance simultaneously
with another man.
"That's tricky," she laughed. "I can't dance with both
of you."
"Why not?" one countered, and they each seized a hand
and led her to the floor.
She slipped into the embrace of one of them and the
other moved in behind her, sliding his hands around her
torso. She was steered into the far, dark corner
against the curtain and her conventional partner kissed
her passionately, so she responded and clasped her
hands around his neck.
The man behind soon had a hand into the plunging neck
of her dress.
Her bra was soon undone and each of his hands were soon
gripping a breast, stroking her nipples until they were
hard and firm, whilst he rubbed his body against her
buttocks.
The thrill of the kiss, the caresses of her breast, and
the pressing of the obviously stiffening male member
onto her buns added to her rising excitement and she
allowed the man behind to reach down and caress her
belly through her dress with his spare hand.
She stopped them from trying to raise her dress to get
onto her bare flesh, but, suddenly, a hand was sliding
across her bare stomach. The man behind had found the
side zip of her dress, furtively slid it open, and,
entering, caressed her belly. She instinctively
stiffened... this was too far to fast.
She tried to get her hands down to stop him but could
not do so because of her partner's grip around her
middle.
She was forced to abandon this fruitless, but
enjoyable, effort to prevent the man exploring her body
so intimately. She continued to respond to her first
partner's exploring tongue by nestling in his arms and
enjoying the excitement that engulfed her body.
The exploring hand gently caressed her belly with ever
widening circles, the tips of his fingers getting lower
and lower. She tried to protest when the finger tips
slipped under the waistband of her panties and was soon
exploring her mound with its soft downy bush.
The finger-tips of the hand were soon at the top of her
crack, the middle finger smoothly slipping between her
pussy lips, easing them apart to expose the entrance to
her cunt. She squeezed her legs together in a belated
attempt to control the situation, but her front partner
kept his knee between hers, holding her thighs apart,
and providing the fingers of the man behind with free
access.
Then the finger-tips were stroking her hardening button
and she, at first, attempted to complain. This effort
was soon lost as her desire exploded beyond her
control.
She clung to her partner and opened her mouth wide to
welcome his exploring tongue.
She murmured in ecstasy, and pressed her body to him.
He had realised what his friend was up to and, having
helped with his knee, seized the opportunity to
participate.
He released his hand from her breast and thrust it down
between them. He swayed away from her to give himself
room, and pulled the front of her dress up until he
could reach the top of her thighs.
He stroked her inner thigh; his movements steadily
getting higher and higher until his hand was on the
soft delicate skin above her stockings.
His hand stayed there for a while, savouring the
pleasure of the moment, but soon moved up to caress her
mound through her panties.
Then his hand was up under the leg of her pants and two
fingers found the mouth of her cunt and were quickly
deep up inside her, searching expertly for her
sensitive spot.
She let out a low, audible moan when he found it and,
as his finger tips massaged g-spot, at the same time
the other man was working expertly on her clit. Her
cunt responded inevitably to these attentions and
convulsed to grip his fingers tightly as his finger-
fucking intensified.
"Oh God, that's so lovely," she groaned into his ear
and then had to bury her mouth into his shoulder to
stifle her moans and her deepening pant as the orgasm
started to grip her.
She clung desperately to him, thrusting her tongue down
his throat. In her passion, she slipped her hand from
his neck and down to his crotch. She could feel his
prick was erect and she quickly slid his zip down until
his hard prick sprung out into her hand. She stroked
the glans expertly and gently caressed the tip before
sliding her fingers down the shaft and expertly wanking
it.
This movement became a frantic rhythm as those familiar
intense spasms of pleasure gripped her body.
The man sped his finger-fuck in response to the spasms
squeezing his fingers and her pants and moans.
She had stopped kissing. She jammed her mouth onto his
shoulder to stifle the noise she was making and hung on
to him until the pleasure spasm had subsided. She
wanked him wildly, and was thrilled as she felt his
prick jerk and spurt furiously over her hand, the
sticky goo dripping down her hand and over the front of
her dress.
In the glow of her first orgasm she relaxed, but the
man behind continued to stroke her clit with a
persistent rhythm. The fingers deep in her plundered
her incessantly and the preliminary pleasures of a
second, stronger orgasm speared through her body.
Then it hit her with shattering intensity. She released
the first, wilting prick and reached behind her for the
other prick which was now exposed and waiting.
In response to her attention it soon spurted more cum
into her hand and sprayed it over the back of her
dress.
She relaxed into the arms of the two men, glowing with
the pleasure that swept over her after her desire was
fulfilled, but, gradually, was overcome by guilt at her
unexpected behaviour and growing alarm at the mess she
was and her fear of discovery when the dance ended.
The exhausted satisfaction of the men was passing also
but replaced, not by guilt, but rekindling desire.
One of them returned to fondling her breasts and taking
his cue, the other soon had his hand on her crotch and
slid his fingers up her knicker leg again and deep into
her.
She pushed their hands away and whispered, "I must get
cleaned up," and broke away from their clutches.
She quickly walked off the floor and rushed up the
stairs to the toilet, saying a silent prayer for the
low lighting. She was relieved when she slipped safely
inside and locked the door.
END
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It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with
others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't
okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than
a trusted partner. You only have one body per lifetime,
so take good care of it!
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